Talking To Sakura Airi In Morning

The sliver of sunlight peeking through the blinds roused me from sleep. A glance at the clock confirmed my suspicions – afternoon had arrived. Next to me, Sakura stirred, a soft moan escaping her lips as she stretched languorously.

"Morning," I greeted her with a neutral tone, my voice barely above a whisper.

She blinked at me, her eyes fluttering open slowly, the remnants of sleep clinging to her features. Recognition dawned, a slow blush creeping up her neck as she registered the situation. A glance down at her own bare form confirmed her suspicions – the events of the previous night were no dream.

"We should freshen up," I suggested, my voice devoid of any lingering intimacy.

Sakura's blush deepened, a flustered look replacing the sleepiness in her eyes. "R-right," she stammered, her voice barely audible.

A moment of uncomfortable silence stretched between us before she spoke again. "Who... who goes first?" she mumbled, her gaze fixed on the floor.

"We can go together," I replied simply.

Her head snapped up, eyes wide with surprise. "T-together?" she squeaked, her voice barely a whisper.

A flicker of amusement crossed my mind, a subtle twitch at the corner of my lips. "Unless you have another suggestion?"

Her cheeks turned the color of a ripe tomato, her voice barely above a squeak as she mumbled, "N-no, that's fine..."

The bathroom was a study in contrasts – the sterile white tiles a stark contrast to the flush on Sakura's cheeks. The initial awkwardness soon gave way to a strange sense of routine as we stepped under the cascading water.

Sakura moved to wash me with a practiced efficiency, her movements precise yet hesitant. My gaze trailed down her body, taking in the gentle curve of her hips, the way the water clung to her skin, highlighting its smooth texture. Her movements faltered under my scrutiny, a question flitting across her eyes.

"Something wrong?" I queried, my voice flat.

"N-no," she stammered, quickly resuming her task. "Just..." she trailed off, a hesitant look on her face.

"Spit it out," I commanded, my tone clipped.

"Are you… enjoying this?" she blurted out, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Adequately," I replied, my tone flat. But the truth was, it was more than adequate. This physical closeness, this shared experience was a new experience, a facet of human interaction I hadn't explored ever before.

"Good," she purred, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Because I plan to make it even more enjoyable."

A hint of disappointment flickered in her eyes, quickly replaced by a determined glint. "I can make it more enjoyable," she said, her voice laced with a playful challenge.

Before I could respond, she reached for the soap, her movements deliberate. With a flourish, she began lathering her breasts with the soap, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Before I could react, she cupped them, sending a wave of cool soap foam cascading down her torso.

"Let me wash you properly," she declared, her voice husky with barely concealed desire.

And wash me she did, her large breasts swaying gently against my chest as she thoroughly cleaned every inch of my body. It was a curious sensation, one that sent a jolt through me despite my best efforts to remain unfazed.

"See?" she whispered, leaning in close. "Much more enjoyable now, wouldn't you say?"

I stared at her for a long moment, taking in the playful smirk on her lips, the defiance in her eyes. This wasn't the submissive Sakura I had anticipated. This was a side of her I hadn't seen before, a side that intrigued me.

"Perhaps," I conceded, a hint of amusement playing on my lips. "But perhaps there's more to be explored."

And with that, I reached out and cupped one of her breasts, the soft flesh yielding beneath my touch. A gasp escaped her lips, her eyes widening in surprise before fluttering closed as a shiver ran through her body.

"Ayanokoji-kun…" she breathed, her voice laced with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

"Let's see," I murmured, my voice devoid of warmth, as I continued my exploration of her body.

The rest of the shower unfolded in a blur of heightened sensations and unfamiliar intimacy.

By the time we finally stepped out of the shower, exhaustion had settled over us, a welcome respite from the intensity of the experience. Wrapped in towels, we collapsed onto the bed, the silence between us thick with unspoken emotions.

Despite the detached role I had initially assumed, a sense of satisfaction lingered within me. Perhaps it wasn't the data I had craved, but the genuine human connection this encounter had provided. It was a step forward, a glimpse into a world I had yet to fully understand.

Silence descended upon the room as we lay on the bed, the only sound our ragged breaths slowly evening out. This uncharted territory, this foray into intimacy, left a trail of unanswered questions in its wake.

Sakura broke the silence. "What now, Ayanokoji-kun?" she asked, her voice laced with a hint of nervousness. "Does this… change anything between us?"

My gaze met hers, a cool neutrality masking the churning thoughts within. "What kind of change are you seeking, Sakura?" I countered, my voice devoid of emotion.

A blush crept up her neck, staining her cheeks a delicate pink. "Well," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. "I wouldn't mind… doing this again. Regularly, even."

The meaning was clear – she desired a relationship, a physical connection beyond this singular encounter. It was a predictable reaction, one I had anticipated.

"Regularly," I repeated, mulling over her words. "Under certain conditions."

Her brow furrowed in confusion. "Conditions?"

"This… arrangement," I clarified, my voice flat. "It must remain confidential. No public displays of affection, no whispers in the hallways."

Disappointment flickered across her face, a momentary shadow clouding her bright eyes. "Are you… embarrassed?" she asked, a tremor of hurt in her voice. "To be with… someone like me?"

"Irrelevant," I stated quickly, dispelling her misconception. "It's a matter of control."

Her frown deepened. "Control?"

"Your influence over Class D," I elaborated. "Maintaining a facade of availability strengthens your hold on the boys."

The gears seemed to turn in her head for a moment, then a slow smile blossomed on her face, brighter than any I had seen before. "So… you're saying," she began, her voice filled with excitement. "If I keep the boys of Class D in line, then… then we can…"

"Indeed," I confirmed, my voice neutral. "But for now, discretion is key. Not until the semester ends, at least."

Her eyes sparkled with a newfound determination. "A secret relationship, then?" she whispered, leaning closer. "That makes it even more… exciting, don't you think, Ayanokoji-kun?"

An unexpected warmth flickered within me, a response I couldn't quite define. Perhaps it was amusement, or maybe a spark of something else entirely. "Perhaps," I conceded.

"But remember, Sakura," I continued, my voice regaining its characteristic coolness. "This comes with expectations. Maintain your position, influence Class D. Disappoint me, and the arrangement ends."

A serious look crossed her face. "Understood," she replied, her voice firm. "I won't let you down."

A beat of silence stretched between us, charged with the unspoken agreement we had forged. Sakura, still basking in the aftermath of our encounter, seemed lost in thought. "Ayanokoji-kun," she finally began, a hesitant tone creeping into her voice. "There's… one more thing."

"Speak," I said, my voice flat.

"Can you… can you call me by my first name?" she asked, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink. The vulnerability in her voice was a stark contrast to the boldness she had displayed earlier.

This was an interesting request.

First names implied a level of intimacy, a blurring of the lines I had initially drawn. However, considering the private nature of our arrangement, a concession wouldn't hurt.

"Airi," I said, testing the name on my tongue. It felt foreign, unfamiliar, but not unpleasant.

The effect was instantaneous. A jolt of excitement seemed to course through her, evident in the way her body trembled slightly and the way her nipples hardened beneath the thin material of the towel. An interesting reaction.

"And you," I continued, my voice neutral. "Call me Kiyotaka. But only in private."

A flicker of nervousness crossed her features. "K-Kiyotaka…" she stammered, the name catching in her throat. Clearly, this level of intimacy was new territory for her.

I raised an eyebrow, a silent question hanging in the air. She fidgeted under my gaze, the playful confidence she had displayed earlier seemingly evaporating.

"Perhaps some practice is in order," I stated, my voice devoid of warmth. "Lie down."

Before she could protest, I gently pushed her onto the bed, positioning her face down. "Say it," I instructed, my voice devoid of warmth.

"K-Kiyotaka-kun," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. It was close, but not quite there.

A sigh escaped my lips. This was more resistance than I had anticipated. But perhaps a little reinforcement would be necessary. With a flick of my wrist, I delivered a light smack to her backside. The sound echoed in the quiet room.

"Again," I commanded, my voice firm.

This time, her voice trembled as she spoke. "K-Kiyotaka…" she began, then trailed off, frustration evident in her voice.

Another tap. "Louder. Clearer."

The game continued, a series of fumbled attempts punctuated by light taps of punishment. The tension in the room escalated, a mixture of frustration and a strange sort of anticipation. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the words tumbled out – clear, confident, and laced with a hint of defiance.

"Kiyotaka," she declared, her voice ringing with a newfound determination.

A slow smile spread across my lips. "Good girl, Airi," I murmured, a hint of amusement in my voice.

Reaching out, I gently cupped one of her firm buttocks, massaging the soft flesh with a surprising tenderness. This unexpected reward drew a gasp from her, her body arching up slightly.

"This," I explained, my voice low and husky, "is your reward for following instructions."

As I continued to massage, a sense of satisfaction washed over me.

"You're just using this as an excuse to touch me," she accused, her voice breathless.

I met her gaze calmly. "Perhaps," I replied. "Do you mind?"

A beat of silence followed, then a small smile bloomed on her face. "Not at all, Kiyotaka," she whispered, leaning back into my touch. "You can… enjoy my body for as long as you want."